Silly Goose
silly goose says I to you the person in my head who’s always filled with dread how silly it is to waste energy in misery have you ever tried to list in three what’s going right in front of thee 1 for the air that fills your lungs because how painful would it be to breathe the salty sea 2 for the dirt that fills your garden beds because without the dirt where would you plant your lettuce heads 3 for the silly mind that makes up tales and rhymes that we let run a little too wild and worry too much about tomorrow but oh how fun it is to chase after it and remember then ultimately forget I’ve been free falling for a while now, actively shedding how I’ve perceived up from down. Who I wanted to be and who I was, swirling around in the present version that’s laying buried deep in the mud. For so long I’ve tried. Tried, being thoughts made of the mind. Never enough and not always so kind. Built myself into many versions to fit the boxes that I learned so much in. So many different skins I’ve tried to inhabit, so many attempts to break old habits. Habitually myself no matter how hard I tried, silly thoughts made of the mind. So scared to be seen as crazy, but those who are crazy are the ones I envy. Free from the lines and walls built by society, dancing in the liminal streams between propriety. The further I fall from what is known, I find myself fully embraced by the unknown. Where there are no walls, no names, no laws. Where I can be anything and nothing at all.
